faery dust

i conquered Latmos at sunset.
wind flew swift and secretive.
gold-orange leaves had songs to give
my triumphant silhouette.

my fingers held misty stardust.
the purple paintbrush flickered hues
of flaked and rosy multitudes
of soft and silent lust.

the evening star twinkled so bright.
my tip-toes rippled the moonlit lake
and watched the spell of daylight break
to mysterious twilight.

wait until faeries arrive
and slide into an evening, still.
like lantern on the windowsill,
the night sky came alive.

the willows wept of heartache.
a night owl glided softly by.
beneath a billion suns i lie
for evermore awake.

T. E. Pyrus


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